cul's comfy corner

when my 4 year old nephew was last here, he took great pride in telling me how much he really loved me by sitting on my lap, holding on to my ears whilst fixing me with very serious and sweet expression.  i asked why and he said it was because he loved 'antandec' (the collective name he used for both of my cats).

so when i saw him a few weeks ago, i leaned over with a big smile and asked him if he still loved me.  'no' he said in a grumpy voice and ran out to play with his friends.  wha?  i follwed him out and told him that i still loved him but he wouldn't relent.  then i pulled out my secret auntie card:

'well if you don't love me any more then you can't come to my house and see ant and dec'

hmmm

'ok then, i love you' he said in a non-committal way.  funny how quickly small children learn to say something just to shut the adults up =D 

i hadn't spoken to him since then but as i chatted with my sister on the phone today, my nephew asked if he could talk to me.  this was going to be interesting...

'can i come and stay at your house soon?  and if the cats are scared, i won't run after them but if i sit down then they will come and lie on me and they will love me too, won't they?'

'yes jack, they will love you.  i love you too'

'i love you ten, auntie tacy'

*melts* 

i can't wait for christmas! 

i'm in a very odd mood this evening.  i can't quite explain it, but i'm feeling odd*

i guess it's relief mixed with a little disbelief that my life can get back to being mine again.  it's left me feeling out of sorts, not quite sure of what to do this evening but knowing that i'm not quite ready to leap back into work.  mom's ok, she's making a good recovery from her strokes and her newly-discovered shingles.  dad's got the all clear.  my divorce is coming along nicely.  things are on the up.

watching tv this evening for an hour left me shedding a tear or two - damn my fragile emotions. 

after seeing dirty dancing last weekend with my sisters i find myself humming/singing solomon burke's "cry to me" over and over.  the piscean in me is imagining myself in that song as i sing the lyrics.  i promise that there's only a tiny bit of me that imagines a young patrick swayze is with me...

 am i the only one who still listens to lyrics and finds they mean something or am i desperately clinging to my teenage years when that was acceptable?

* ok, more odd than usual 

he got the all clear!  i can't believe it!  i don't know whether to laugh or cry so i'm doing a mixture of both.

my poor sister cried down the phone to me this morning "why won't god give us a break?"

it seems he was listening.   

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mom:  hello darling, can't chat long, i'm on my mobile

me:  why?  it costs much more than just ringing me from your normal phone

mom:  i know, i've lost your number again 

me:  well, how come you're ringing me now?

mom:  my mobile remembers your number.  i can't.

me: ooooookay.   why don't you look at the number on the screen and write it down in your book?

mom:  the light goes off too quickly

me:  can't you just press a button and the number comes back on?

mom:  no.  when i press a button, the phone calls aunty jean!

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september?

how'd that happen?

i know it's school season.  i have blisters from sharpening pencils, my feet ache and i think i can feel a clock on my lip.

roll on christmas!